SATURDAY SESSIONS # 14

'Oh, this is so shocking! I'm so ashamed. I'm so ashamed of my people. I'm ashamed of myself. But please, tell me, if you don't have an army here, what would you do if you were attacked?'

'That is unlikely to happen; you're much too busy fighting amongst yourselves.'

'But would you defend yourselves?'

'No.'

'No?'

'We would do everything within our capabilities to prevent it, to disarm the aggressor. Non-violently, of course. But war isn't what we are most concerned about at the current time.  In your world, everything, everything is upside down. You destroy the very life-force that sustains you, Jordan. You may even be endangering your innate capacity for intuition, for knowingness, and by that I mean not simply knowledge and its application.'

'How are we doing that?'
'The infiltration of chemicals into your water which you drink and absorb through your skin when you wash and which falls as rain on your land.  All those toxic chemicals and effluents you dispose of, in your sinks, in your toilets, they all end up in your water, in your bodies, water you drink or use in a shower or a bath. Then you add fluoride. Good for the teeth, your dentists say. Poison, however, for the body. It can lead to calcification of the pineal gland.'

'The melatonin regulator. You mean our sleep patterns are affected?'

'I believe you call it the Third Eye, the source of access to integration, unboundedness, knowingness, truth. We attribute the gift of wisdom partly to a healthily-functioning pineal gland.'

At this stage, I was beginning to feel as if everything I'd lived for and believed in all my life was being taken away from me, as if a gang of burglars had broken into my home in front of my very eyes and removed everything I owned, everything the family owned, piece by piece, all the familiar props of everyday life, beds, furniture, fridge, every electrical appliance, every carpet, rug, bookshelf, book, even the very light-bulbs, the handles on the doors, down to the last framed photo on the wall, leaving me, my wife and my son, the three of us huddled together in fear, unmoored, bewildered, in our empty shell of a home.

Of course, I forgot to edit my thoughts again.  

Xendo quickly reassured me that such feelings of insecurity and doubt should actually be welcomed as a harbinger of liberation.

'Liberation from what?' I asked, with trepidation.

'Liberation from fear.'

He proceeded to tell me that we had, in fact, been originally colonised, for want of a better term, by his Lemurian ancestors. If history is said to be written by the victors, in our case it seems to have been the opposite.  Our version of history was certainly not written by the Lemurians. For example, our history books never taught us that our whole continent had already lived in a Paradise once upon a time. Solari explained that this omission was not our fault. All the records had been destroyed in the catastrophe.

'Jordan!' she suddenly exclaimed. 'Let's forget about history for now and do something exciting together! Xendo and I have decided to be your guides! We'd like to show you around. We know your time is limited, but you can show you at least some of the highlights! We'll take you to you places the wheelies have never seen here in Lemuria!'

I felt so flattered, so honoured by their invitation.

'You've been so kind and so generous with your time and I've already seen some amazing things and learned so much from just talking to you, or communicating with you, but tell me, why me? I'm a wheelie after all. Why are you being so friendly?'

'Ha-ha! Sadly, you are a wheelie, my love!' she said. 'Your lack of trust in us and in yourself is the first big giveaway, whatever about your strange looks!'

'You are our friend, Jordan. We believe in you!  Do you believe in you?'

I didn't know how to answer that. I wasn't sure any more if I did believe in me. I wasn't sure of anything any more. I mean, what did they mean? I was on the point of asking them what they meant  -  and now, on reflection, they probably knew what I was thinking anyway, because I forgot yet again to edit my thoughts -  when just at that very moment the two dolphins popped their heads out of the water, tumbled joyfully into the air and plunged elegantly back into the lake, just a few metres away from us.

As the clear, luminous water splashes against my face, I find myself gasping for breath. In a moment I am on my feet and back in Lucy's room, wiping my cheeks with the edge of a towel. She sits there, smiling, all agog at the edge of her armchair.

'I'm sorry!' she laughs, a glass of water in one hand and a tea-towel in the other.  'You were in a deep sleep! 'Twas like waking the dead! You must be exhausted!  Sorry for the rude awakening but it was the only way!'

'Is everything OK?'

'I have a client arriving in less than an hour. She couldn't rearrange.  But we still have time enough to do the recording while it's fresh in your memory if we start right now! OK with you? '                                                                        

                                                           

                

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SATURDAY SESSIONS, # 13

'Love is unconditional.  In your world, the idea of love gets confused with sexual and emotional gratification combined with your craving for affection, attention and appreciation.'
'We are told that you learn nothing about love in your educational establishments,' Solari chipped in.  'Is that true? You teach religion and philosophy in your schools, but you teach nothing about love. Is that so?'
'Ha-ha, philosophy!'  laughed Xendo.

I turned to him, wondering what was so funny.
'Sorry!' he hastened to respond, 'I didn't mean to offend!'
'No offence, Xendo!  It's just that I thought it might be our religions you would have thought to be funny. Not our philosophy.'
'In ancient times in Lemuria, when science was in its infancy, the worst thing you could say about a scientific theory was that it wasn't even wrong. I regret to have to say that your religions aren't even funny.'
'Well, I'd have to agree with you there, I'll have to admit. Millions upon millions of innocent people have been murdered because of religion. I think many of our people are finally beginning to realise that religion doesn't serve us any more. But what have you got against philosophy?'
'There are two types of philosophers, Jordan, your philosopher and ours.  They are both like unborn chicks inside an egg. The vain, humourless, self-important  philosopher from your continent gravely scratches its little head, contemplates the essence of the egg and its contents, as well as the shell above and around it, speculates, even quarrels with itself about the great unknown outside of the shell and whether or not such speculations might legitimately influence its profound, ground-breaking argumentations on the essence of the egg and its inhabitant or indeed, affect the intended outcome and interpretation of the philosopher's complex, verbose and abstruse hypotheses and conjectures on the meaning of life and death.'
'Ha-ha! OK! Phew! What about your philosopher?'
'Our philosopher pecks at the shell.'
I took a deep breath and looked around me.
'The animals here look so happy,' I remarked, to fill the awkward silence, awkward for me at least.
'Your philosophers ' said Solari, 'should be worried about the millions of other species that are far more in tune with life than those vainglorious, navel-gazing philosophers themselves seem to be.  What do your great philosophers  have to say about the living conditions, or rather the dying conditions, of the slaughter houses and the industrialised slaughter of your longsuffering animals?  We understand that you kill at least twenty-five thousand living beings every second on your continent. What do your philosophers have to say about that?'
'What?!'
'You mean you don't know?'
'No, I do, I mean, it's just, the number, the statistic, when I think of it, is... shocking....'
'You castrate Nature's animals, even without anaesthetic, and you inject antibiotics and growth hormones into these sensitive beings to fatten them for slaughter.  We understand that you have manufactured at least ten thousand artificial chemicals in your laboratories to add to your food supplies, most of which you derive from living, spiritual beings.  How can all that be sustainable?  How can you sanction that in your work at QSA Health & Safety?'

Xendo continued with the prosecution.
'You use Nature's guests for experiments in your laboratories, even though they are not the same species as humans and even though human clinical trials will be necessary in any case. You vivisect them and inject them with diseases out of context with Nature's design in order to develop artificial drugs based on artificially-created symptoms.'

I felt cornered.  Solari put her arm over my shoulders and nodded in the direction of the animals.
'We love watching them. The sheep are my favourite.'
'You watch the sheep?'
'And the lambs! Frolicking about in the springtime! And the cows.'
'You watch the cows?'
'And the horses!' she added, nodding towards the horse in the distance.
'Oh, I love horses. Some of my friends own horses. We go racing together from time to time. Do you have horse-racing here?'
Solari took her arm away and looked into the distance.
'Sorry. Did I say something wrong?'
'Horses are not for racing.'
'But they're bred for that!'
I suddenly realised what I'd just said.
'I mean, they're loved. The owners, the jockeys. The trainers. The people. They love them!  I know this. I know these people. They love their horses!'
Xendo responded, 'Even when they're lazy? Even when the horses lose?'
'Well, yes. Of course!  I think so. I hope so!... Do you not have any sports here?'  'Sports, yes,' Solari retorted. 'But not animal slavery and exploitation.'
'Swimming is a favourite sport here!' interjected Xendo. 'All kinds of water sports. It's where we came from. The water. Oh yes, we have lots of sports. But not competitive sports, like you have. Competition is the energy of war. Your competitive sports are an extension of tribal warfare. We have learned that it is still dominant in your DNA and that you actually enjoy it. Is it true that you enjoy competition, Jordan? '
'You mean me? Well, it depends. If it's for fun, yes. I don't mind losing a game of tennis against a friend, for example. Unless, of course, there's money involved, ha-ha!  But competition in the workplace, no, preferably not, even competition in business. Too stressful. That's why I became a public servant, although I've had to compete with my peers all the way up the ladder, you know, exams, interviews, performance-related tasks, you know the spiel. Or, on second thoughts, maybe you don't.'
'But when you participate in competition from the sidelines, when you gamble on a horse, for example, how can it be fun if you lose?'
'The fun is in the hope, the hope that you'll win. And the excitement, I suppose. Then the thrill of winning.'
'Even though the other party must lose?'
'You mean the bookmaker? Well, yes. Of course.'
'Not just the bookmaker, everybody else affected, those who don't win, the participants, the gamblers, those who lose?'
'Solari and I have difficulties understanding this mentality, Jordan. Your religions are also based on competition, some people are rewarded, some are not. Isn't that so? Some try to attach themselves more to their gods or to their churches or temples in the hope that they will be rewarded. Are your religions not a mirror-reflection of the way you run your society?'
'There's competition in nature, isn't there? I know we've already discussed this, but nobody can deny that nature is nature, red in tooth and claw. Survival of the fittest.  I accept that nature may look different here in Lemuria but for us, competition is natural.'
'Since ancient times, the survival of a species was based primarily on co-operation. Your own organism co-operates with bacteria, otherwise you wouldn't survive. Co-operation, not competition, is the driving force of nature.'
'You have an army. What about your army? How do you explain that?'
'We have no army.'
'Obviously, I've been misinformed. Our information is that you have a substantial army. Robots. Underground. No? So, what would you do if you were attacked?'
'By whom? By your people?'
'My people are crazy enough to contemplate anything. My first job at the  QSA was with a team of regulators inspecting the nuclear weapons industry. I presume you're well aware of our extensive nuclear capacity?'
'Yes. So are many of our friends in the Galaxy.'
'Wuow! You mean the aliens?'
'You are the aliens, Jordan, you and your people. And yes, of course they are watching us. As we have explained, the integrity of the Earth and the welfare of our species is in everybody's interest.'
'But we're just a speck of dust in the Galaxy, not to mention the cosmos! I still don't understand why anybody out there would be interested in us?'
'You keep forgetting the hologram. We're all interconnected.  Like an invisible web. But our interplanetary friends are also concerned for practical reasons. Your so-called A119 programme which ran above-ground nuclear weapons tests some years ago caused damage to our atmosphere.  All that subsequent pollution, the C14 radioactive air, water and earth nuclear pollution arising from these tests has now altered the DNA of every species on the planet.  The A119 programme also interfered with the ionosphere, disrupting communications, not only on Earth, but in the operation of spacecraft and interplanetary communication in outer space.'
'What?! Nobody ever told us about that!'
'Why would they?  QSA don't even know about our extra-terrestrial friends who have been visiting Earth for millennia.  If you look for the information, Jordan, you'll find it. Unless, of course, you think it's safer and more comfortable to dig your heels in, dismiss everything outlandish you regard as alternative news or conspiracy theories, and remain firmly in denial. Your choice. You will also find a report in your public domain on some very foolish scientists who worked on the A119 programme. Look it up when you get back. These misguided people planned to explode a nuclear weapon on the Moon.  The idea was to investigate the bomb's capability in that environment and monitor the effects of the detonation of a nuclear device in outer space.'
'Oh my God! So what happened? They didn't do it, did they?'
'Fortunately, extra-terrestrials disabled the weapon before it got anywhere near the Moon.'                                                                                                                                

      

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